He died.

He died so my sins would be covered, and I would be free. He died so I could breathe without the darkness weighing down on my mind, smothering my heart. He died to present me with a hope that would grow through my soul like a vine, reaching throughout all of my being, cradling my fragile body when it is weak. He died so I could gaze at the sky at whatever time of day and absorb His majesty without withering under worry. He died because He loves. He died because He wants me to mirror His love. He died so we could travel the pages of His world, still touched by death, but with a hope of revival. He died so we could die, so that we all can live. He died to rise again, to rebuild, to let us waltz with His new Life. He died because He is gracious, and He always will be. He died for me, for us. So come and bask in His glory, dance with me, sing with me, rejoice. For even though He was dead, He rose, and He is very much alive.

♥

Bekah Joan